I don't wanna do this

Over and over He's a man so full of style and grace

Any woman be impressed

Takes a smile and paints it on your face

Makes you feel like you've been blessed

Promises things so special

Sees it comin' from a song

Soon as you begin to feel secure, yea

Turn around and he is gone Packin' his bags, gotta go, gotta go

Packin' his bags, gotta go

He's a Samsonite man Maybe he is just a rollin' stone

Wanderin' from here to there

Searching for a place to call his home

Wonder if he even cares

So many years of heartache and pain

Is all you seem to know him for

Is it you or is it he to blame?

Whenever he walks out your door Packin' his bags, gotta go, gotta go

Packin' his bags, gotta go

He's a Samsonite man Where you're always runnin' to, away from me?

If the wind blows you in my direction

You come through to rendezvous

Forget about your good intentions

Leave me lonely and confused

Mister Samsonite pack a bag

That is my suggestion

From here on out you will be leavin'

To my discretion, yea So I know the game baby

And it will never be the same

No, no no no no

'Cause now I got him Packin' his bags, gotta go, gotta go

Packin' his bags, gotta go, gotta go

Packin' his bags, gotta go, gotta go

(Now you gotta go)

Packin' his bags, gotta go

(I can't take it no more)

Packin' his bags, gotta go, gotta go

(It's all I know him for)

Packin his bags, gotta go

He's a Samsonite man Why don't you just go?

Yea yea, yea yea, woa woa, yea yea

You can't hurt me no more, baby

You can't touch me

You can't hurt me no more, baby

Gotta go, gotta go {Pack your bag, pack it up

Gotta go, hit the road, Jack

You ain't gotta go home}